Hello! This server is coming up on 4 years old and still going strong, so we would like to once again offer our open doors and a warm welcome to anyone who’s looking for a small, growing Otherkin and System community to be themselves.
A note before we even begin:the server is age locked to 15+; anyone under 15 will not be granted access.
Kinnie Village prides itself on the fact that it is open to ALL kin and system types, including and especially for:
- those that are often excluded due to having kins, sysmates, or sources in general that have been deemed “problematic” by the wider community.
- endogenic systems that are often harassed and turned away from community spaces
- people who aren’t quite sure or confident in labeling themselves as kin or systems yet but still want a likeminded community to find themselves
- people who are seeking a calm, generally drama-free, safe space to just talk and make friends.
Kinnie Village boasts a multitude of specialized channels and roles to make everyone feel welcome and organized collapsible categories so that members don’t feel overwhelmed when faced with server size. We even have designated adult spaces with no NSFW content for those who just want to be adults around other adults.
We look forward to welcoming anyone curious about joining. In Kinnie Village, we all see each other as family because we’re all Kin!
“Hey so it turns out that the people of earth accidentally did a global experiment to see if every individual could course correct climate change through mass personal change of habits, and it turns out, no! We can’t! It was massive corporate activity all along!”
This is definitely a plausible Hank moment, but only after a long episode of him misunderstanding and getting it ignorantly (but not maliciously) wrong at first, being distressed and confused about how he’s out of touch with the kids and gender ain’t simple like it used to be
right up until some rude asshole does this in his face and he needs to stand up for his friends / family and suddenly Understands the emotional crux of the issue
“And you have all these so called whistleblowers claiming the government is putting chemicals in vaccines and food to make you one of them transgenders or homosexuals. But I’ve never seen a transgender support the government or one of those so-called “gay frogs”, so it makes you wonder what THEYRE really putting in this stuff. All I’m saying is that Chelsea Manning went to prison and Mr. Rogan is a millionaire, and you always gotta follow the money”
“Tell you what man, talkin’ ‘bout dang ‘ol critical gender theory man, ‘s all a construct, talkin’ ‘bout man’s man and real woman but I tell you what man, talkin’ ‘bout when the lights are off we all just dang ‘ol people man”
“Well I think she’s a real classy lady.”
Not to be that guy but this is already canon. At the beginning of an episode Hank refers to a trans bank teller as “in between genders” but after a whole ordeal of him accidentally receiving a driver’s licence that says he’s female and everyone treating him like a woman for pretty much a whole episode, he approaches the bank teller once again and refers to her as “ma'am”
Hank Hill is canonically a trans ally after being misgensered himself
Illustration for an interview with the band, Wolves In The Throne Room, where they discuss their music, wine, and magick. Will share the link when it is published.
Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
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I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it
